Writing for Vaudeville eBook

EEL and GOLDIE: Good-night, Inspector! (They
both listen until his footsteps die off, and door
slams. Then EEL runs to door to listen, and
GOLDIE sits dejectedly on trunk.)

GOLDIE: Well, we’re broke again. (Tearfully.)
We can’t go West now, so there’s no use
packing. (The EEL goes stealthily to window L., looks
out, pulls dictagraph from wall, then comes down R.
of GOLDIE who is sitting on trunk and has watched
him. He taps her on the shoulder, taking DUGAN’S
red wallet out of pocket.)

EEL: Go right ahead and pack! (GOLDIE looks
astounded, and begins to laugh.)

CURTAIN

First picture. (Both sitting on trunk counting money.)

A PERSIAN GARDEN

A MUSICAL COMEDY
IN ONE ACT

BOOKS AND LYRICS BY
EDGAR ALLAN WOOLF
Author of “The Lollard,” “The Lady
of the Press,”
“A College Proposition,” “Master
Willie Hewes, or
The Lady of the Sonnets,” Etc., Etc.

ROSE: (Running from him in alarm.) Oh, don’t
touch me—­don’t—­don’t!
(They are both yelling at each other as MRS. SCHUYLER
enters first arch and sees ROSE’S actions—­she
is flashy—­an ex-chorus girl—­married
to the retiring consul.)

MRS. SCHUYLER: Oh, the poor old prune. (Crossing
to ABU, garrulously.) How are you, Sheik? Our
little ward, Rose, is so young and foolish! But
I was just that innocent when I was in the chorus.
When I came out of it, believe me, I was a different
woman. (Enter Persian servant.)